Imagine President Mandela steps through your grocery store. He bends to speak with the children like Jesus, h andles the smooth curve of a single red apple. He remembers something he’d nearly forgotten that he loved - cone of honey colored sugarcane pomegranate, tough and succulent. And he turns back into the fluorescent aisles, says please, move on up in front of me nods at the cashier, t aking note of her name – Audrey If Nelson Mandela shopped at your supermarket he would leave a handprint on the freezer doors, he would bend to speak to the children. Excerpted from The Shape of Caught Water available from Red Mountain Press or directly from the author (505.670.4327) http://redmountainpress.us/